PICOV DOWNS 
 

 

Wake me up with your morning dew 

Take me to Picov Downs with you 

All the pretty ponies how they fly 

Some say the fastest thing alive 

 

ChCome on baby, got money on your name 

      Sun shines on your gold palomino mane 

The only thing that keeps your step in style 

Is that quarter mile, one quarter mile 

 

Dust in my mouth, stone in my shoe 

I bet a thousandfold on you 

Before your ponies all run wild 

Reach across that quarter mile 

 

Ch: 

 

I can't taste the morning' dew 

Covered up at Picov Downs with you 

I reached across the Great Divide 

You could not breach one quarter mile 

 

Ch: 

 

M. Girard - Socan 2014








 

      Broken Dream 


 

 She smiled when she came to my town 

She asked if I would show her round. 

She did not see the man the town disclaimed. 

 

We stood at the abandoned well. 

Was it thirst I felt? I couldn't tell. 

Something so long gone from me it had no name. 

 

Could you love me? 

Could you love me? 

You dared a smile are you scared to see this side of me 

Could you love me? 

The shadow of me 

Step into, I'll walk you through my broken dream. 

 

I have lived my life on this hill 

Pedalling backwards up and still 

I bet there's not one imprint bears my mark. 

 

You're the softness of the morning sun 

The coolest water trickling down 

The clinging vine around my choking heart. 

 

I am half a man 

I am half a man 

Fragments of some once noble memory 

I am half a man 

Crumbling in your hand and fallen 

And broken, as my broken dream 

 

The sun upon cathedral stairs 

The vision of you waiting there 

The bells ring out for one delivered soul 

 

I look behind into the dust 

One foot in the dust and just a wisp of wind 

I had ever been back there. 

 

Could you love me? 

Could you love me? 

You dared a smile, are you scared to see this side of me? 

Could you love me? 

The shadow of me 

Step into, I'll walk you through my broken dream. 

 (M. Girard - Socan 2012

 




                                                      Dance Hall Girls  

These Dance Hall Girls, they'll treat you kind.

They'll give you their bodies but you'll never reach their minds.

They'll fill you up with lipstick lies

And when they put you down, Son, don't be surprised.

Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore?

 

I've held her mountains. I've kissed her plains.

I've touched her sunlight and I drank her rain.

I bent so far but then I broke too fast.

I thought I had a winner picked but I came in last again.

Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore.

 

I must have chosen the wrong season to come down.

I never realized they call this sacred ground.

 

My sense of time is a week behind.

I sent a letter home but this all takes time, you know.

I want to get some money so I can go back home.

These Dance Hall Girls know how to make a man feel alone.

Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore.

 

I must have chose the wrong season to come down.

I never realized they call this sacred ground.

 

My sense of time, Boys... hell, I'm a week behind.

They give you their bodies but you'll never reach their minds.

They'll fill you up with lipstick lies.

These Dance Hall Girls say they can't stand to see a grown man cry.

Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore?

Allan Fraser - Socan

 One Foot Out the Door 

 

 You call. I fall, so mad, so sad. 

You cry. I try to understand. 

You need a reason to believe in what I'm saying. 

It's hard when you've always got One Foot Out the Door. 

 

We tried to ride this tempest out. 

We've made the best of everything. 

Tell me your secrets so that I can show you mine. 

You don't want to know if I've got One Foot Out the Door. 

 

I know where you're coming from and you know that it's wrong. 

If you want, I'll patch things up but that takes way too long. 

 

One kiss like this could save us now. On smile could pull this whole thing out, 

But you've decided I have nowhere else to go. 

Even tonight, I've still got One Foot Out the Door. 

 

 

 I know where you're coming from and you know that it's wrong. 

If you want, I'll patch things up but that takes way too long. 

 

You call. I fall, so mad, so sad. 

You cry. I try to understand. 

You need a reason to believe in what I'm saying. 

It's hard when you've always got One Foot Out the Door

Allan Fraser - Socan 2013

HARD  TIME     

 I got sixteen cuts runnin' down my arm 

The mark of a man who cost me dear 

The mark of a life he took from me 

And the number of years that I been here. 

 

In the dust of southern Ontario 

I was born in the back of a small dirt town 

Everybody knew but no one told 

By the time I could walk I knew ho to run. 

 

Hard Time, Hard Time. 

 

You can't get away from the smell of sin 

It sticks to your soul till you dream in red 

The one last time he came at me 

Was the number of times I stabbed him dead. 

 

Now the judge said, 'Where's you apology?' 

But I couldn't not summon one regret 

'And eye for an eye, a life for life 

That's what you did, that's what you get.' 

 

Hard Time, Hard Time 

 

There's four grey walls a-keepin' me safe 

A window high above my head 

A ray of light that gives me faith 

And every day I can raise my head 

 

I got sixteen cuts runnin' down my arm 

The mark of a man who cost me dear 

The mark of a life he took from me 

And the number of years that I been here.


                           Outside St Louis 

 Well, I was Outside St Louis when I heard the news 

That you had inherited the St Louis Blues 

And transplanted them up to the north 

But you're still flying back and forth 

Back and forth, Back and forth. 

 

I was trapped, trapped, trapped, 

Trapped in your southern charms. 

Now I'm lying here, wrapped, 

Wrapped, wrapped in your southern arms. 

 

You're up in an airplane all night and all day, 

Flying TWA, 

Transporting the blues to the north. 

You're still flying back and forth, 

Back and forth, back and forth. 

 

 

 I was trapped, trapped, trapped, 

Trapped in your southern charms 

Now I'm lying here, wrapped, 

Wrapped, wrapped,  

Wrapped in your southern arms. 

 

Even the old folks are waltzing, smiling and spinning away, 

They're forgotten. 

 

Someone was saying that you've gone insane,  

Running naked in the St Louis rain. 

First you take a jet plane to fly you up north  

And you're still flying back and forth, back and forth, 

Back and forth. 

             lyrics and music by Allan H Fraser (SOCAN) 
 



DON'T BLAME IT ON ME   (M. Girard)

 

Blame it on the blacktop 

Blame it on a need 

Blame it on the moon and a midnight ride 

And a bag of weed. 

Blame it on redemption 

Blame it on Eve 

Blame it on the devil 

Blame it on the word 

Don't blame it on me 

 

No use in you comin' around 

No good in me bringin' you down 

Ah let's just say, the wind blew that way. 

 

Blame the wild horses 

Blame it on the wheel 

Blame it on a broken white line opening up 

Under steel 

Blame it on Orion 

Every star you see 

Blame it on a sign, blame it on a crime 

Don't blame it on me. 

 

I think you're barking up the wrong tree 

There's nothing here sparkin' me 

If you don't mind, I'll call this one. 

 

Blame it on the blacktop……… 

 

 


                          Matchstick Man   (Allan Fraser)



My father was a Matchstick Man.

His sickness was in spirit.

He'd drink his fill on Citadel Hill

Beneath the rising moon

And military people came and went

While he lay falling,

Down, down, and it was all in the fall of the year.


My brothers all approach me now,

with wisdom in their faces.

They're taking me for such a fool

As to fall from their good graces.

They talk so loud, the noise becomes

A ringing in my ears

Down, down. And it was all in the fall of the year.

 

I feed upon your consciousness now

Like a cricket feeds on the grass.

One kiss from your ruby lips

Is all that I would ask.

 

The seagulls fly elliptically,

Gently on the breeze.

The ocean lies beneath them.

They float with such ease.

The military people came in time

To see them falling

Down, down and it was all in the fall of the year


MY NAME IS CAROL  (M. Girard)

 

My Name Is Carol 

You've seem me there 

Along the shore road 

In my motor chair 

I comb the lakeside 

For useful trash 

Visit the junkman 

Trade him for cash 

 

My mother loved me 

When she was here 

Called me her angel 

Her little shaky dear 

I have her house now 

Though it's run down 

I'll live and die here 

Without a sound 

 

CH:Down by the water, oh the water 

Wraps all around me like a lover's skin 

Oh the water, take me to the water 

I hope the water remembers when 

 

I had a lover 

A long time ago 

He was a drifter 

But he thrilled me so 

And when he loved me 

My body fell 

Into awesome stillness 

In a cool deep well 

 

CH: 

 

I tend my garden 

I do okay 

I wait for sunsets 

Each end of day 

 

CH: 

 

M. Girard  Socan 2005

 


                                How To Move  (Allan Fraser)

 

Now the bold adventurer strides into the darkness. 

The holy traveler continues his mystic ride. 

He leaves behind the usual kind of situation 

And carries with him God knows what inside. 

And love is ever-present at his shoulder. 

It follows on the trail of every move 

And he doesn't know how he's gonna cross that river. 

The only thing he knows is How To Move. 

 

Good-bye, My Love. Farewell, ma belle Monique. 

Good luck in all the paths that you may choose. 

Keep yourself prepared for changing weather. 

Be ready for the things you'll choose to lose. 

I know there will be times when you are lonely. 

You live a life that keeps you far removed 

But the day will come of changing inclination 

And the only thing you know is How To Move. 

 

 

 When things get back to normal, maybe I'll drop you a line. 

It's hard to say right now how things might go. 

It's hard to make plans at times like this 

When moving is the only thing you know 

And love is ever-present at your shoulder. 

It follows on the trail of every move. 

And you don't know how you're gonna cross that river. 

The only thing you know is how to move. 

He doesn't know how he'll ever cross that river. 

The only thing he knows is How To Move. 

                                   

          Cabot Trail   (M. Girard)



Come dancin’ on the Cabot Trail
Dancin’ on the Cabot Trail
In your finest coat and bushy tail
Come dancin’ on the Cabot Trail

Mother tame your wayward sons
Pull me down just having fun
Tear my throat in wicked jaws
Rippin’ up my pretty blouse

Come dancin’……

My blood is runnin' in the ground
Turning red the leaves of brown
An eagle flows into my eye
Lifts me up to the sky

Come dancin’…….

Don’t cry because your baby’s dead
Don’t put a bounty on their head
You won’t know who you’re shootin' at
Come the winters I’ll be back

And I’ll be dancin’ on the Cabot Trail
Dancin’ on the Cabot Trail
In my finest coat and bushy tail
I’ll be dancin’ on the Cabot Trail

Come dancin’ on the Cabot Trail
Dancin’ on the Cabot Trail
In your finest coat and bushy tail
We’re dancin’ on the Cabot Trail